My family says, 'Oh, you're such a man!' But I don't see why I shouldn't speak my mind

Feminism - gender equality - is a cause she cares about passionately. You don't have to spend long in Nigeria to witness the deeply patriarchal nature of the culture, where men are always greeted as "sir" and women are lucky to be greeted at all. But Adichie was brought up in a progressive household. Born in 1977 in eastern Nigeria, she grew up in Nsukka, a university town. That part of the country is still, she says, the place where her soul is most at home; she dreams of having a farm there one day. Her father, James, was professor of statistics and, later, vice-chancellor at the University of Nigeria; Grace, her mother, was the university's first female registrar - no small achievement. As it happens, her parents were staying with her when we met, in
the beautiful stone-floored house she built about a year ago. Married 51 years, they have a pride in their daughter that shines in their faces, as does her love for them. Right from the beginning, her books were distinguished by strong female voices: Kambili in Purple Hibiscus, Olanna in Half of a Yellow Sun, Ifemelu in Americanah.
The oppression of women, she says, "Makes me angry. I can't not be angry. I don't know how you can just be calm. My family says to me, 'Oh, you're such a man!' - you know, very lovingly… But of course I'm not, I just don't see why I shouldn't speak my mind." She got into trouble for speaking her mind in Nigeria: when an interviewer addressed her as Mrs Chimamanda Adichie, she corrected him, saying she wished to be known as "Ms", which the journalist reported as "Miss". Her insistence on her own family name was all over the news here last spring. She should be happy to be addressed as "Mrs", she was told, since she was, after all, married. She laughs now, but it's clear the story still disturbs her. "It was the lack of gratitude on my part for having a husband. And yet I didn't want to proclaim it: I wanted to claim my own name."
"Nigerians need to make a space for dreaminess. But life is short".
Her husband, Dr Ivara Esege, is assistant professor of family medicine at the University of Maryland, in Baltimore. They have a house in Columbia, outside the city, in what Adichie calls "a really mixed neighbourhood. In the US, 'mixed neighbourhood' usually means two black people, but this is really mixed: Africans, African-Americans, people from everywhere." Here in her house in Lagos there's a photograph of him as a little boy on a bookshelf, and one of Adichie at about the same age just below. Although she's not comfortable bringing him into the conversation, occasionally she lets something slip, like telling me about a pack of crayons he gave her recently. Crayons?
"I do all these drawings for my clothes," she says. "Really terrible drawings. But I love to do them, and he gave me the crayons so I could add a little bit of colour." It's clear that Adichie sees no contradiction in being a woman of fashion and a feminist. The dress she wears for the shoot is one she designed herself; she works with local tailors to have her designs brought to life.
In the middle of the day we eat a wonderful lunch prepared by Mr Taiwo, her cook: jollof rice, vegetable soup, roasted chicken, moin-moin (a savoury cake of black-eyed peas, which Adichie especially loves) and garri, a Nigerian staple that she really doesn't love but wanted me to try. Her family, she says, tease her about her dislike of it. She mimics them: "'Oh, you say you are such a proud Nigerian! But how can you be if you don't like this?'" She throws back her head and laughs. (It clearly is quite a big deal, this: she wrote a piece about it for The New Yorker a few years ago. I confess, I didn't adore it either. Made from pounded cassava root, it's like really, really dense school mash.)
After we finish, Adichie's favourite make-up artist, Stella, arrives to get her ready for the photographs. Having a make-up artist come to your house is more common in Lagos than it might be in London, but it took Adichie a while to find someone who would give her the natural style she prefers - a lot of Lagos make-up is pretty dramatic. "Why pay for it if you can't see it? That's the thinking!" Adichie says, laughing again.
Stella, a tall, elegant woman in a long black dress and silver bangles, highlights Adichie's truly extraordinary beauty perfectly, a shimmering gold on her eyelids the only really glossy touch. Adichie suggests I might like a go in the make-up chair,
but Stella doesn't have with her the right shade of foundation for me. This, of course, is the experience many women of colour have in Europe. "Oh, yes," Adichie shrugs. "I always carry my own base with me."


She had almost no involvement with the film "because my book means so much to me", but she was pleased with it, despite the fact that it was a small production. "It was very indie; they shot it in 12 days or something. I sometimes imagine what it would have been if it had been a grand production. But I do think it's a film that was lovingly done." As, doubtless, Americanah will be: optioned by Brad Pitt's company Plan B, it is to star Lupita Nyong'o, the Mexican-Kenyan actress from 12 Years a Slave, for whom Adichie "writes with the voice of a modern Africa, where ideas of tradition and modernity interact… She is witty, frank and compassionate, and her writing feels timeless and contemporary at once." Nyong'o was an admirer of Adichie's books long before she was cast in Americanah: "For the first time I felt that someone had found the words to express sentiments, analyse situations about the rich and varied African immigrant experience, in a way I never could."
Adichie's novels and stories, for those who have yet to discover them, strike a delicate balance. Yes, they deal with pressing political issues of gender and race. But they are voluptuously, deliciously readable, too, and charming and funny and smart. And they are part of a wave of remarkable writing from the African continent: work by authors such as NoViolet Bulawayo, Dinaw Mengestu, Taiye Selasi, Teju Cole and many others is creating a truly global literature. But it's recognition in Europe and America that brings such authors real success, and some have argued that this is, in itself, a new expression of colonialism. Adichie dismisses this: "We can either have a conversation about making 'Africa' some exclusive, bad space, or we can have a larger conversation about the publishing world. It's just a question of power and money and infrastructure, rather than one of Africans being self-hating or something."
Her writing feels timeless and contemporary at once
She herself is proving to be a major force in the development of local authors: for the past eight summers she and her Nigerian publisher have hosted a writing workshop in Lagos. These days there are 2,000 applicants for 20 places - she wants to keep it small, "otherwise it loses something". It's clear that this is a project dear to her heart: she loves teaching, she says. "I want to make it valid, to dream about books and writing. Because in Nigeria it's very hard; people will say to you, what do you mean, 'writing'? Nigerians are a very, very practical people. And while I admire practicality, I feel we need to make a space for dreaminess. But life is short. I'll say, don't give up your job. Get up earlier, make the space. If it matters to you, make it matter. I wrote Purple Hibiscus when I was an undergraduate. I was my sister's unpaid housekeeper, I was cooking, taking care of my nephew - I got up at 2am to write." In her company you can almost see her at work: before supper we stopped for a smoothie in a local bar and gallery with one of her best friends, Chioma, and I watched Adichie's face as Chioma told a startling story about an encounter she'd had at work. Adichie took it in the way that real writers do, storing everything away carefully in preparation for eventual transformation into fiction. It was quite something to see. But no, she won't reveal anything about her next project. When I ask if she'll tell me what she's working on now, she shakes her head firmly: "I can't!"
To spend time in Lagos with Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, to stand on the shore of the lagoon as she poses, laughing, for Vogue's photographer, to drive through the city's crowded roads, to share a drink with her and her friends, was very special. But for all her fame and success, she remains down-to-earth. When I ask her if she sees herself as a feminist heroine, she looks puzzled. Her heroines, she says, are "the nameless women in the market, who are holding their families together. They are traders and their husbands are out drinking somewhere... It's those women I admire. I am full of admiration for them."
3 comments:
I love how some Africans like her have and still are bringing the attention of the western world and the world at large to the beauty and wealth vest in Africa
Wow!!! So great a star yet so modest. A true african woman, a Nigerian prototype tho.
Wow!!! So great a star yet so modest. A true african woman, a Nigerian prototype tho.
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